In the Face of an Octogenarian

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In the Face of an Octogenarian

Weighed down by experience,
his skin holds tight his knowledge,
tucked deeply within its folds.

His eyes are a battlefield,
where love and hate wage their war,
revealing his memories.

His nose, always glowing red,
dominates his solemn face,
red from joy, red from crying.

His lips in a stoic poise,
seldom indicate his thoughts:
He knows a smile's value.

His face is a memory,
sculpted from the sands of time
and, though he has much to say,
no one ever has the time.
                   -Stephanie Grace

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